This might piss certain people off, but so be it.
As mentioned in this post, I was never a weed guy. It just didn’t suit my sensibility. And I just never cared for the dumb culture around it. I find it continually depressing that people continue to get so fired up (pardon the pun) about a stupid plant. But, then, I’m an avowed beer-drinker, so there’s me being a filthy hypocrite, once again.
In any case, were the uptick in depressing “hemp shops” around the downtown Manhattan environs not quite enough, yesterday, April 20th, was “420,” the unofficial marijuana holiday. If you’re curious about the dopey (again, pardon the pun) etymology of this holiday, may I steer you to this article. Personally, I just don’t give a fuck and find it all very moronic and dispiriting.
This morning, on my way to work, I took my usual turn into Washington Square Park – itself frequently already in a state of deplorable dishevelment – to witness first-hand the fallout of “420.” It looked like London after the fucking Blitz.
Clean up after yourselves, you fucking stoner shitheads.
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